Tropical Fuck Storm - Moonburn

We're all secrets
Being seen
We all dream about
Detours that ain't real
Hung juries
Cheap music
Yeah but if you get the best of me
I'm returning your keys

Lights out lookouts
Staying past closed
And high noonin'
Honey moonin'
Moonburn
But don't worry
Come to me

You're out roaming and never home
And you've left no turn un-stoned
And you're out late dying to be everything
But you don't tell me nothing
Oh!

Home
Oh well good morning
You're sounding hoarse
And every new day's just more remorse
And I'm nuts too, [?]
You've got to let, let, let
Me be a warm regret
(Hey) Best of me, oh the best of me
Are you gonna let, let, let
Me be a warm regret?
You've got the best of me
Oh best of me
Oh you've got to let, let, let
Let me be a warm

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